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Journey to Veresavir - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-07-23 13:26:16 +0000 UTCChapter 1
A soft and warm breeze flowed over the cemetery, faintly rustling through the canopy of leaves above.
Veron breathed in deep, keeping his eyes closed as he enjoyed the serene quiet of the summer afternoon. Everything had led him here.
Performance reviews, deadlines followed by deadlines, meeting after meeting. It had been a long process. A lot of things he had to learn and a lot of things he had to unlearn. But finally, a few months back, he had to admit that he simply wasn't happy.
Quitting was more difficult than he had thought. Harder in some ways than simply staying in the grind.
And now he was here. Anaville, a quaint village in northern France. Population 860. Quite a difference to Paris and while he had no idea how things would continue, he felt like he could finally breathe again.
He had sold everything in his old apartment and moved into a local holiday inn surrounded by a scenic and quiet countryside. He took long walks through fields and forests, and he journaled. But the longer he stayed, the more he was starting to feel restless.
“You remind me so much of Jean-Luc,” a familiar voice said.
Veron glanced to his left and saw Charlotte standing close to the bench, her gaze focused on the old tombstones before them, many of them half sunken into the ground and covered with bits of moss. She had come to the cemetery without her walking aid, which meant today was a good day.
“I do? Still trying to look for a younger man?” Veron asked as he glanced over and smiled. “How do you think Jean-Luc would feel about that?”
She waved him off, the wrinkles on her face shifting as she smiled. “He's dead. Besides, he doesn't get to decide what I do, never has and never will.”
Veron watched her for a moment before he turned his attention back to the countryside stretching beyond the graves.
Charlotte sat down on the bench as well, the two of them sitting for a while in silence. They were in the shade of the leaves above, the wind flowing through the flowers and grass surrounding the tombstones.
“You want to tell me about him?” Veron asked.
Charlotte smiled, a joyous spark in her eyes as she glanced his way. “He was just dashing. The prettiest boy in the village, good taste in music, never complained about work and helped out everywhere he could. And he danced, oh how he knew how to dance. Do you dance as well? More men should dance, fewer now than back in my time.”
“I do, though there aren't a lot of courses or events here.” He felt a spark of sadness when he saw how Charlotte lit up, as if she’d heard his words for the first time. Maybe it felt like that to her. She remembered some things but others she didn't.
And still he told her every time he saw her, and he listened to her stories, even though he’d heard most of them already. He wondered what it was. Even though it sometimes made him sad, it was both comforting and sometimes even inspiring to hear her talk.
It felt meaningful, to share those moments with her. Even though he knew she would forget them, and he would too at some point.
Today she told the story where Benoit, one of their bulls broke through their fence and ran off into the woods. How both herself and Jean-Luc had been scared that he would get injured or hurt someone else. Only to find him in a meadow, sitting peacefully before they managed to get him back with the help of their dog.
It wasn't the story itself that was gripping, especially now that Veron already knew what would happen, but it was the emotion that Charlotte showed and incorporated that made it fun to listen still. She laughed and shook her head at the memory.
“So, what's on your mind?” she asked.
She had asked quite a few times before. Sometimes his answer was the same, sometimes it was something new. He supposed it was one of the reasons why he enjoyed these conversations. They showed that while some things stayed the same, he was working through others, towards something. He just wasn't entirely sure what that something was.
“I think I came here to get away. To take a break. And now I've done that.” He smiled. “I guess I was looking for what was coming next.”
He was quiet for a moment and thought about his words. Hadn't it always been like that? Always the next thing? The next problem to solve, the next skill to learn, the next deadline.
He smiled to himself.
“But now that I'm sitting here, Charlotte, I'm starting to wonder why I'm in such a rush.” He looked over at her. “Thank you Charlotte, I think I've learned something again.”
“I think that was all you, dear.”
Veron smiled. “You told me about your life, and you listened to my thoughts. Can't have been all me but I'm happy to take some credit at least.”
He stood up and stretched.
“You have a destination in mind?” she asked.
“Not exactly. I think I'll just wander,” he said and pointed in a direction where the sun fell nicely through the trees. “In that direction.”
“That sounds like a nice idea. I would join you, but you know my hip is not the same as it was. Smell a few flowers for me, will you?”
When did I ever allow myself to look at flowers, let alone smell them?
“I will. Both for you and I,” Veron said. “It was good seeing you, Charlotte.”
She smiled at him and then he let her be, strolling through the cemetery before he left past the rundown stone wall and onto the overgrown gravel path beyond.
He stopped in front of a rose bush and admired it. A faint pink color with most of the flowers blooming already. They were beautiful. He carefully touched one of the stems and felt the sharp ends of the thorns.
The flowers smelled sweet, faint enough for it to be pleasant. Looking up at the clouds, Veron consciously noticed how quiet it was. No cars, no trains, no shouting people, no conversations. Just the wind moving through the leaves. It felt nice, felt right.
It reminded him of a time long past.
And then he kept on walking, past the old windmill at the edge of the village, the bright red color it once wore faded and splintering. There were fields of wheat beyond, green and going towards yellow as they grew with the sun, moving with the wind in flowing patterns. He kept on walking, past the well-kept paths and on to the dirt roads that led into the forest. Not the closest forest to the village but the one that felt the fullest.
He stopped at a creek he knew flowed down into a pond, listening to the running water and the sounds of the forest. He felt like sitting down on the grass, and so he did, looking up at the canopy of leaves above, sunlight drifting in through the cracks. He shifted to get a rock away from his back, breathing deep and wondering if he should take a nap.
He wondered what his former coworkers and friends would have thought if they saw him here. The more he had started to question things, question his life and his choices, the more he felt alienated from them, the more he felt ostracized. At this point, he knew why, knew that by questioning his own decisions, he was challenging theirs as well. But at the time, he didn't understand, felt hurt and angry that they didn't try to see his points and how he felt.
It was good, to leave it all behind but it had left him lonely too. Less so the personal relationships, as he realized that he cared more about Charlotte than he had ever cared about any of his Co workers. No, what he missed was belonging to something bigger. A community perhaps.
But now he was here and while in some ways, it felt isolating, it also felt freeing. He could do whatever he wanted, could go wherever he desired, and he could make whatever decision that felt right.
And a nap in the grass felt right.
Before he dozed off, he saw something bright fluttering past above. Sitting up, he checked the branches before his eyes landed on a glowing bird. It looked like a sparrow made entirely of hazy golden light.
What?
That doesn't seem right.
Veron rubbed his eyes but the bird was still there, now seeming as if it looked down towards him, its small eyes shining a little brighter than the rest of its body. For some reason, it looked expectant.
Interesting.
“Do you want something? I don't know what a glowing bird eats. And I'm not entirely sure if I'm having a mental break or if I'm actually seeing you.”
The bird didn't reply and instead jumped off the branch and flew to another tree a little farther back.
What the hell is going on?
Veron jumped up and followed the bird. He wanted to find out what this was about.
When he reached the tree where the bird was sitting on, he once again felt as if it was watching him. This time it sat lower, so Veron shook his arms to warm up a little before he started climbing the tree. An oak with plenty of branches to hold on to. He placed his feet with care until he reached the height of the bird, looking over at the little thing that now seemed to buzz ever so slightly, its form not quite even, shifting as if it was made of static.
Veron held out his hand, making sure his balance was good before he gently touched the wood in front of the bird. He raised one finger and watched as the bird hopped closer and touched it with its beak.
It felt like how he would imagine electricity would feel but without the shock. He would describe it as an almost liquid heat, weightless but with a presence nonetheless. He smiled, enjoying the strange experience.
The bird hopped onto his arm and then moved closer before it stopped on his shoulder.
Veron heard the buzzing closer now and he smelled the faint scent of iron.
“Hey there, little guy. What are you?” He asked.
The bird jumped off again and landed on the forest floor, looking up at him.
Veron followed, climbing down with fluid motions before he walked up to the bird with careful steps. He could tell it was watching him before it flew a few meters away. Again, he followed, and again the bird flew further.
It led him through the undergrowth, past an outcrop of rocks he had to climb over, and finally to a broad pond.
When he stepped out of the tree line, he saw the bird on the edge of a worn down wooden pier. One that had likely not been used in a long time. Beyond, the murky dark green water lay calm, some patches almost glittering with the sunlight. A bright blue dragonfly buzzed past.
Veron focused on the bird. He had to be careful not to slip as he approached. Right before he reached it, the strange being flickered out into nothing.
He looked around, but couldn't find it anymore. But when he looked into the water, he saw a faint glittering light.
I can't just leave it at that. It would bug me forever.
He took off his shoes, his shirt, and his pants. And then he jumped.
The water was cold, Veron focusing as he swam deeper, trying to find the light he'd seen before. He could feel the pressure in his ears as he dived deeper. And then he saw it. An arched gate of golden light, at the bottom of the pond. It seemed to sizzle in the water, hazy just like the bird.
A golden gate in the middle of a pond, in a random forest in northern France. Sure.
There was no way he would stop now. He pushed on and swam straight into it.
And a moment later, the water pressure was gone, and he was enveloped in golden light. He heard the sound it made, the buzzing gone and replaced with the faint sound of something flowing. He saw how the light moved onto his skin, like fluid electricity. It was bright all around him, but not blinding. Soothing in some way but also strange and alien, not the light of candles or any lamps he knew. It looked and felt, almost alive.
He smiled and started reaching out towards it, when a moment later, the light was gone, and he landed on something soft. Softer than sand. Around him, everything was grey. An impenetrable mist, the smell of iron in the air. It was colder than back home but not cold enough to make him shiver. His shorts were still soaking wet.
His surroundings, he found, weren’t entirely dark, but not particularly bright either, nor could he find a source of light in all the mist. He could feel his heart beat pick up and he started breathing consciously, slowing himself down as he tried to figure out what had happened.
Where exactly did this golden door take me?
Wherever he was, he could breathe the air at least. Looking down now, he saw grey.
Ash? Dust? Or fine sand?
He was about to reach down when a distant sound made him freeze in place. A guttural and primal sound, monstrous. Not something that a human would make. He narrowed his eyes. He was scared, he found. And he smiled.
Hide, fight, or run. He saw nothing to hide behind, and he had no clue if this being, if it was a being, could locate him in any way. In no way did he assume that whatever had made that sound was amicable. It didn’t feel right. Another sound came from his right. Far closer. Not a screech but something more akin to a clicking noise. Veron made the decision to start walking slowly to his left and away from the second noise when another golden door fizzled into existence before him.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed into it, his feet sliding in the sand. Right before he reached the gate, he heard a sliding noise from behind him, and a deep, rolling growl.
Golden light enveloped him.
This time, it lasted longer, felt more intense, more present. He woke, or it felt as if he woke. His eyes adjusted, the floor was cold, his back was cold. He was leaning against something. Metal. Gold. There was a lot of golden looking metal all around. His shorts were gone, he noticed. And he was no longer wet.
Another new place. Where did you take me, golden bird?
He didn't let his thoughts spiral. It wouldn't lead to anything good so he focused on what he saw instead.
He checked behind himself but found only metal. At least it doesn't look like anything is still hunting me.
Before him, he could see murky glass. He was inside of a small contained space. A tube of sorts. Looking closer, he saw lines and lines of strange letters etched into the metal. Letters he did not know.
Let's try and get out of this place then. Pushing his arms both against the back wall of the space and against the murky glass, he pushed, and breathed out when the glass side gave way, slowly sliding up until he could crouch and get out of his newfound confinement.
He found the ground covered in the same golden metal. Around him stretched a spacious square shaped room. The walls were made of different metals, rust having taken over a large part of it all. What looked like dark blue roots were pushing in through cracks in the mostly golden ceiling. There were no windows that he could see, but warm near golden light came from lanterns affixed to the walls. The glow had the same strange quality that he couldn’t quite place.
Near the center of the room was a large wooden table. The kind you didn’t want to ever move, each leg thick and adorned with delicate carvings. The chairs were just as ornately decorated. Covering much of the metal floor was a large dark red carpet.
Fancy.
His attention shifted when he saw movement from one of the corners of the room. He saw that a few of the lanterns were off, off or broken. From the dark corner stepped a slightly hunched humanoid figure. Its body was covered in armor, most of it a silvery hue, though rust had taken over here and there. The figure had four arms, a long cape, faded, perhaps once white, hung from its back. Its face was covered in a mask of silver, though rust and wear, it seemed, had taken parts of it, revealing not a face below but metal wiring. A triangular shape of silver extended up and away from the back side of its head, perhaps an ornament of sorts.
Its eyes were black metal except for small white lights at their center, all of it part of the mask like face more so than covered by it. There were slight arches in the metal mask where it wasn’t damaged by rust and showing wires, perhaps once convincingly suggesting cheek bones and a nose. A tiny slit was visible where a mouth would be.
It walked with a limp, a metal cane in one of its hands as it supported itself. It glanced at Veron, walking a few more steps until it was illuminated in the warm glow of the lanterns. One of its two legs was near entirely eaten through by rust.
Not armor, Veron thought. A robot? Or a machine of sorts. What did I get myself into?
“Welcome, Veron,” the being spoke in perfect French. “I have called you here to offer you an adventure.” The voice was deep but sounded in no way artificial to Veron. The being walked to the table and moved one of the chairs, then sat down with a careful motion, making sure not to hit its damaged leg on the table. It sat back and sighed, then gestured to the other chair.
An adventure?
“I don’t suppose you’re bothered that I’m naked? My clothes have gone missing,” Veron said.
The being chuckled. “If you are not bothered by your own nakedness, then we shall proceed without clothing. I suppose it is only fair, seeing my own fading coverings.”
Veron laughed and sat down on the other chair. “Very well. So, it's you who showed me that bird and led me to the gate. Quite an entrance.”
The being leaned back slightly, the thin line of its mouth very slightly arching up into a smile.
“So, you want me to go on an adventure?”
“Yes. An adventure in a world of magic and monsters, steel and fire, ruins and long forgotten fates,” that being said and leaned forward ever so slightly. “If you are willing.”
Magic and monsters, ruins and long forgotten fates.
Veron rested both his hands on the table. “I have questions.”
Comments
Justin
Thanks for the chapter!
Dylan
Very intriguing and well written so far. Looking forward to finding out more!
PlasmaticPi
The writing quality has definitely improved in some ways but otherwise can't say anything else yet. I mean so far its just a well written but fairly standard isekai starter. Nothing truly unique, just lots of different pieces I have seen in one fantasy book or another over the years. Give us the conversation with this being and the first few chapters of actually being on his own in whatever world he is heading to and then we can talk. And please include other characters there. Your one major flaw has been being able to create characters that are memorable for their personality. All I remember are their powers, their very basic and sometimes cliché character arcs, and how flat and almost copy pasted they all seemed.
Darcy Lessard-Patola
Look nice, but one chapter is a little bit too short to form an opinion on. We will see where this goes.
Budgie
We´re going on an adventure again :)
Patrick
Seems like a nice intro. Though the guy might have some psychological issues (what with following a glowing bird through an underwater portal into a grey misty realm with monsters, being scared, then smiling about it). Anyway, I just hope he has a different archetype from Azarinth and Infrasound since they both had wild melee fighting self healing berserkers basically.
hill44
Well done intro. Most portal/isekei intros tend to be kinda jarring, which is fitting, but an easy transition from world to world is a nice take. Also, a bit odd seeing a male MC as Ive gotten used to G writing a female MC, but not necessarily a bad thing.
Tim Johnson
Intriguing start. Looking forward to more and you hopefully being back!
Hayden Pech
I like the soft entry into the world. I’m looking forward to once again, exploring this world one chapter at a time!
Chad
TYFTC
Ripstick 12
Welcome back, as for feedback: The impression im getting is open and refreshing, it feels like it’s setting up for a long term progression fantasy, with less focus on power and combat and more the adventure part of the story than your previous works. Although I don’t think I can adequately describe how relaxed it reads it’s refreshing. It’s the first chapter, maybe the prologue, and I’m already exited for the next one.
Beelzy
Male protagonist, bummer. :(
Scott Way
Woot more things to read :) thanks for the chapter
Eldritchreality
It speaks to me a lot more than infrasound did, if that makes sense?
Eldritchreality
It's great to read your writing again. Especially with the changes in perspective you've had during your long break. I enjoyed this and am looking forward to more. It feels really fresh. It's been a while since I've had that feeling from a fic.
Cypha
Wow, great to have you (somewhat) back. :)
